If there are any typos in this, I will correct them later.
I am writing this with difficulty in one eye.
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Throughout my life, I have always been guided by animals. The Snake taught me not to be afraid of who I am. The Goat showed me the importance of having a positive outlook on life. The Deer gave me the vision of a beautiful world around me. The Hummingbird inspired me to follow my dreams. The Coyote taught me to lighten up and laugh more. And the Wolf helped me to never give up, even against impossible odds.
But there is one animal who has haunted me, who has stalked me from afar and terrified me when he shows his presence.
The Tiger.
I've never appreciated tigers. I've thought for a long time that they were overrated and often said how I thought they were ugly. It was really because of a local sports team that for the longest I despised, their mascot is the Tiger. So I hated tigers because of them. But there were other things. Much like wolves, I hated tigers because I did not understand them. I thought they were killing machines, mindlessly slaughtering prey for pleasure. I now know better.
Tiger has visited me now, twice. I have woken up in my room in the middle of the night, to be frightened to see a big tiger there, staring at me, snarling, creeping closer and ready to pounce on me and my dachshund. Both times resulted in me frantically running out of my room and shutting the door so the tiger would not follow me out. It would take me a while to come back to reality, to understand that there was no tiger in my room. I would tell myself that I was stupid for falling for the trcik my mind played on me, but after a while I thought about it, and shook it off. Anyone would have run if they saw a tiger right next to their bed.
After a day of thnking why the tiger has visited, I finally understood what he is trying to tell me.